A funny night spent sitting in the Cow reading Gunter Grass and watching a very drunk girl, fresh from a funeral in gold stilettos repeatedly falling off her stool and looking as pleased as punch for all that.
And meeting a film maker friend to discuss future projects.
Stockholm syndrome cropped up in the conversation and we talked about marriage and how one half of a marriage or the other was suffering from the syndrome.
There is a film to be made here.
I met a splendid woman from the BBC.
It occurred to me that most employees of the BBC are suffering from Stockholm syndrome.